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On Pandemic Suicide and Sadness

On Pandemic Suicide and Sadness

I felt oddly elated as I parked in front of my neighborhood Target store and hopped out of the car. Then, steps away from the entrance, I realized I wasn’t wearing a face mask. As I slogged back…

For Girls Who Grew Up Without Dads

For Girls Who Grew Up Without Dads

I sat in a chair, staring out of the living room window one Saturday afternoon, waiting for my daddy to pull into the driveway. It’d been months since I’d seen him. On my feet were the pink Reeboks he bought me last time we were together—proof that he loved me.

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